Notes from under Bleecker St.

Fathers who slay their children,

lovers who keep their love hidden

longing for it to get warm,

while aware it's just desperately worn.

Sweating out some slimy corruption,

never going to feel clean again.

Forgetting what you pureness are,

I just remind of you the long gone taste of

clinging to perfection in a fading instant.

Think of Oscar Wilde leaning on his palm,

dream of sad green eyes I would ever show no harm.

If they only smiled at me,

I would feel some humane eternity.

All those multitudes once swarmed in for their share,

in their past I regret of a future

I will never be able to preserve.

Destinies and endless goodbyes swallowed

behind the shutting of the doors

and the coldness of filthy poles.

Above and under the ground

life seems to be always a step ahead,

but where are all these cars going?

What is this lie we pretend to be living?

Time to break someone else's heart,

time to think about what went wrong at the start.

Reviews

[Angelheaded Hipster]

I have nothing but praise for this. It appears to me, I could be wrong, but this seems like a cycle of heartbreak, started in the way back...and it keeps spinning and spinning.

You have such a way...it leaves me envious and in awe of your talent.

[Doctor JKC]

Perfection is a lie.
Wholeness is a truth.

Plenty of bodies, now invisible,
on Bleecker Street then the
graveyard that used to be
Washington Sq. Park.

"Time to break someone else's heart,

time to think about what went wrong at the start."

That's mostly what I think when I get into a new
relationship after 4 wives and a bout 26 girlfriends.

So good,
Jack